Page 74 of Overdosed
I lifted her body, her legs wrapped automatically around my waist, her fingers running through my hair as we kissed hungrily. “You’re my madness, Melanie. My addiction,” I said, staring into her eyes, undoing my fly, our breaths mingling.
“And you’re mine,” she moaned against my lips as I shoved inside her, thrusting fast and forcefully, slamming her body against the wall.
I FELT LIKE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE. I got angry at Melanie that she hid something from me, while I myself have been keeping a much worse secret from her the entire time. I hid my initial intentions from her. My father’s wicked plan.Revenge.
I stood by the window in the dining room, sipping scotch. Melanie went to the bathroom to freshen up, and I waited for her. It was about time I confessed the truth to her. I wanted to start over. No lies. No secrets. A blank page, as she called it before. I glanced at the table, the candles and rose petals, wondering how romantic the evening could’ve been. She had prepared all of this, probably to celebrate something. Our upcoming wedding, maybe? Or just to spend a romantic evening together. Instead, I fucked Melanie against the wall like an animal satisfying its needs.
“Hey.” Her soft voice reached my ear, and I turned to face her.
She’d changed her clothes to my shirt and tied her hair into a ponytail. My gaze slowly followed the length of her body. I loved when she was wearing my clothes. I loved when my clothes smelled like her. As our eyes met, she pressed her lips together in what seemed a forced smile, approaching me, and I set the glass aside on the table.
“I’m sorry, Melanie. I acted like a savage.” I took a deep breath, collecting the strength in me to finally tell her the truth. To say to her how fucked up I was. Dark and damaged. “I need to tell you something.” I looked into her eyes, knowing I didn’t deserve her.
“I need to tell you something, too,” she expressed, furrowing her brows as she rubbed her elbow.
I frowned, observing her. I thought she had already told me everything. “Okay, who goes first?”
“I want to,” she said nervously, peeking at me. “If I don’t tell you now, I may chicken out again, and I’ve been wanting to tell you this for days now.”
“Okay,” I said softly, moving closer to her. I grabbed her chin with my fingers, caressing her soft skin with my thumb, and she leaned into my touch. “Just know that whatever it is, I love you.”
Melanie’s eyes darted between mine, and she took a deep breath. “Okay, so… I’m p—”
Melanie and I turned to look at the door as loud banging and shouting coming from the hallway filled the room. “Melanie, are you there?!”
Fuck me!
I gritted my teeth, clenching my fist. As if we didn’t have enough issues for one day, Theodore fucking Ledford showed up at my door. He kept banging and screaming, and I exhaled deeply, heading toward the door.
“What do you want?” I hissed, staring at him, outraged.
“Where are your good manners, Vergoossen?” he mocked. “Won’t you invite me in?”
I glanced at Melanie, who stood a few steps behind me, her eyes wide. I moved aside, making way for Ledford to come in, still gritting my teeth. I was furious enough already, and the last person I wanted to deal with at the moment was fucking Ledford. I closed the door. Ledford was looking around, a sarcastic smirk on his face.
“You must have a good reason to come here knowing that I want you dead,” I rasped, and Melanie winced at me, perturbed.
Ledford turned on his heel, sneering, “Yeah, yeah. You can drop that bad boy attitude now.” He glanced at Melanie, checking her out head to toe before he continued, his tone taunting. “Once Melanie finds out about your revenge, I think you’ll be the one with something broken. A heart, if you have one.”
Revenge.
My blood ran cold as I heard it. How did he find out about it? I clenched my fists, looking at him with rage, breathing heavily. I watched as a sardonic grin formed on his self-satisfied face. I felt as if I was frozen. Unable to move or speak. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest.
Melanie frowned, her eyes puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Ledford tilted his head to the side, his tone condemning. “You’re screwing the wrong guy, Mel.”
Melanie scoffed, shaking her head, “What?”
“He played you, baby,” he continued his mocking game, but at this moment, something in me broke, and I lashed out.
I grabbed him by his collar, pushing him against the wall. “Don’t you fucking dare call her baby,” I hissed, staring into his face with a deadly fury washing through me.
Melanie came between us, separating us as she shouted, “Stop it!” She pulled me away from Ledford, and he fixed his varsity jacket, clenching his teeth as we both stared at one another with hatred.
“I don’t know if you’re worth this, Melanie,” he spoke angrily, his eyes bouncing between Melanie and me. “But for some fucked-up reason, I had to come here and tell you the truth.”
“Don’t,” I hissed, barely restraining myself. I didn’t wanthimto tell Melanie the truth. And I couldn’t tell her now either. Not like this. She wouldn’t have believed that I was planning to tell her myself just a few minutes before he interrupted us. Fucking shit, he chose the worst possible timing.
